An Isekai Story

Tucked into the green cradle of a fog-kissed valley in Aertos, Meadowfen is the kind of place where the days roll slow and the harvests come heavy. The soil here is dark and thick with arcane minerals washed down from the highlands, making the farmland unusually fertile. Wheat sways like golden water in the breeze, and herds of broad-backed, shaggy cattle graze on grass that hums faintly under moonlight. The town itself is a tight cluster of timber-framed cottages arranged around an enormous communal barn—equal parts granary, gathering hall, and storm shelter. Meadowfen’s people are practical and good-humored, electing a council of seasoned farmers to guide village affairs. They import tools and magical oddments from the cities, and in return, they export bread, milk, cured meats, and hand-spun wool that’s prized even in the halls of Grimstone Hold. Though far from the chaos of summoned heroes, Meadowfen plays its quiet part in feeding the heart of the realm.

Meadowfen stretches across rolling hills quilted in fields of barley, sunflowers, and sweetroot. Smoke curls from moss-capped chimneys, and colorful prayer-ribbons flutter from fenceposts and orchard limbs. The central barn, painted a faded scarlet, looms like a gentle giant among smaller homes, its beams etched with protective runes. Mist rises in the early morning, veiling the farmland in a soft, golden haze. Children chase each other between rows of cabbage and crystal-lit scarecrows.